[Heavy mouth in the world, mourning the kiss bones, hoping for the king to enter cautiously, the last chapter of the world before the volume of the Nine Realms of the Other World]

Luo Xuan entered the blood pool with his daughter's cold body in his arms, which was the first place where their father and daughter saw each other in this life after Jiang Xue grew up.

The Wailao Blood Pool, located in the deep concave basin behind the mountains of the veins, was fought by Xiaofeng, the body of the pool had collapsed into the depths of the earth's crust, but there were still remnants of the secret path that went straight to the inside, but except for Luo Xuan and his family teacher Gu Qingfeng, no one knew about it.

Just now, he tried his whole life to force the venom around Jiang Xue's body out of his body, but in the end, because her spiritual breath had dispersed, the throat membrane was tightly closed, causing the poisonous juice to condense into knots and could not be spit out. Fortunately, although the venom still collected in her chest, he still saved the last trace of her heart, locked deep in her internal organs.

Not daring to move his daughter any longer, Luo Xuan remembered that there was still a place in the blood pool that alternated day and night, extremely cold and bitter, which could preserve Jiang Xue's body for a long time.

At the moment, he made a decision in his heart, he was ashamed of Xiaofeng in this life, and he was ashamed of a pair of flesh and blood with her, and Jiang Xue was still young, but today he was going to die in this mourning mountain because of him, he would die thousands of times, and he would not be able to face her mother underground, although he had to live for only three years in the future, he would also take advantage of this limited opportunity to find the natural life medicine, activate the heart of Jiang Xue, and fight for her life from the hands of Lord Yama.

If he is unable to return to heaven in the end, he plans to send someone to bury himself and Jiangxue's body in Xiaofeng's grave at the end of his life, which can be regarded as fulfilling her wish for a lifetime.

The blood pool has not been cared for for many years, and this time when he entered, Luo Xuan only felt that his eyes were dark for a while, and it took a long time to get used to it.

Finding the extremely cold place, Luo Xuan selected the heaviest ice rock from the layers of ice walls, twisted it out of the shape of a bed with a goose knife, and then placed his daughter's body in it, and then covered it with Xin Xue.

"Wait for Daddy to come back. Luo Xuan looked at the blue and gray face of Jiang Xue, and whispered to his daughter, and the true qi in his palm was lucky, and slowly pushed the ice coffin into the blood pool, which had been precipitated in the ancient ice cap for more than 10,000 years.

Just as he was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white moonlight refracted on the dome above the blood pool, and the moonlight was faintly hitting the rock wall at one end of the ice, and the wall seemed to be about to faint, and there was a faint inside, as if there was a hole behind it.

The blood pool was the place where the family teacher retreated and cultivated, and Luo Xuan knew every inch of the rock well, and he had been in and out of the ice room many times, but he had never paid attention to the strangeness behind this ice rock. After thinking about it again, it turned out that the blood pool had sunk back then, and the rocks in it had been all displaced, which made the changing rock formations reflect the moonlight tonight and reflect it on the cave wall here.

Since it is a room in the back, it must have been set up by Master Gu Qingfeng back then, and there must be an opening and closing mechanism, Luo Xuan looked along the mountain inch by inch, and sure enough, he found a raised stone pivot, he stepped forward and pressed it, and the entire rock wall suddenly creaked and creaked to the black pressure on both sides.

Sure enough, what came into his eyes was a whole dark and dim tall mausoleum, he had never been there, compared to the rest of the blood pool, this place seemed many times empty and quiet, and it had not been touched by people for many years.

Luo Xuan moved into the room, and there was an orange fire on each of the four rocks in the mausoleum, faint and faint, this is a long-lasting spontaneous combustion phosphorus mixed with the stone, I want to illuminate something.

He looked through the glow of a palace, and saw that in the center of the palace, there were three large mahogany coffins and a slightly smaller mahogany coffin neatly arranged, and in front of the four coffins there was a rectangular stone covenant chest, on which a column of spirit cards was placed in order.

Luo Xuan walked to the cabinet and read it in turn-the position of the little sister Luo Yi, the position of the mother Duan Keqing, and the position of the father Luo Guanqing.

The traces on these spirit tablets are the handwriting of Master Gu Qingfeng at a glance.

His heart gradually settled, it turned out that after his father and mother and little sister died, Master Gu Qingfeng collected their bodies one by one and placed them here.

When his eyes fell on the tablet on the right side of his father Luo Guanqing, at a glance, he gasped, and the anger in his stomach was accumulated!

I saw that the spirit card was carrying nine eye-catching big characters - Yanfu Tantra, the position of the spirit of the music mirror.

Le Jingling, this name he thought he would never pronounce again in this life!

"Xuan'er, kill her and avenge us!" The mournful wail of the mother when she was dying sounded in her mind again.

After so many years, he thought that she had already turned into a smoke ghost, and she would no longer be able to harm others, but he didn't know that she had been here all along, buried with his father and sister, and lived in the same room!

On both sides of the tablet of his father Luo Guanqing, Keqing on the left and Jingling on the right, why? Why did she still fall into the same position as her mother, and she was able to accompany her father for a long time? Why?!

Witch, you're still here!

Luo Xuan's eyebrows were shuangling, and the true qi in his body skyrocketed, and with one palm, he pushed Le Jingling's coffin out of the groove under the coffin, and the coffin rushed forward, firmly embedded at the end of the tall tomb with a bang.

Before he could close his momentum, he suddenly heard a creak beside him, and the lid of his father's coffin slowly opened.

It turns out that there is a mechanism hidden under Le Jingling's coffin, and once her coffin is attacked, her father's coffin will be opened accordingly.

Luo Xuan suddenly felt that his knees were weak, and he knelt down.

Father's Heavenly Spirit Cover was deeply dented, the bones were cracked, and the neck was broken, and the deep wounds that had been hidden in his heart for many years were torn apart in an instant. At that deathbed, Luo Guanqing was unbelievably merciless to himself.

Luo Xuan's body trembled, and his eyes fell, but he saw that his father's bones were closed with his hands together, tightly placed on his abdomen, and he clearly held a thing inside.

He looked at it fixedly, it was a pair of wooden trees, and on the surface, his father's Lang Lang Danqing was still vaguely recognizable - my son Luo Xuan paid close attention.

Luo Xuan hurriedly took a few steps back to the back, bowed three times, and then went to the coffin to take out the wooden coffin and take a closer look.

I think my father was prepared to preserve this wooden coffin for a long time, so he used thousand-year-old sandalwood and golden vine to weave it carefully. Luo Xuan shimmered in the light of the place, and read his father's last pen word by word.

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(Father's testament):

"Luo Xuan, my son, when you look at this time, my father has entered reincarnation, but my father's legacy and the origin of my son's life should be given to you here.

is the seventh son of the father Jindu Taizu, Wanyan Aguda, and his real name is Wanyan Jue. In the year of the Kuiyue coup, my father failed to raise troops in order to implement sinicization, and was surrounded and suppressed by Taizu's heavy troops, and I shouldered the blood of the Jin Dynasty clan to avoid the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, he lived in seclusion in the Central Plains for many years, but was favored by the green forest, and was famous and virtuous, which was convenient for living in the sixteen states of Youyun for half a lifetime.

However, for the sake of his father's virtue, Pei is not thoughtful, first abandon your biological mother Le Jingling, and then bear your mother Duan Keqing. At that time, when his father escaped from his father's pursuit all the way, his cronies around him died, and his good work turned against him. Father and mother mirror spirit, day by day, love each other, several times of love, and then married and gave birth to my son Luo Xuan in the church. Who would have expected that when Jiugong Mountain was surrounded by the Central Plains martial arts, my father was drugged by the mirror spirit, and my son was secretly sent out of the altar overnight.

In the following years, the father searched for the mirror spirit of the mother, but the whereabouts were not found. When my husband and wife separated, my son was breastfeeding, his father was alone, he had no cronies, and he had no long skills, so he had to rely on the "Complete Compendium of Diagnosis of the World" left by the mirror spirit, while studying pharmacology, while patrolling to establish a career, to raise my son. Later, because of the cure of the Dali Duan family relatives, his daughter Duan Keqing admired, his father did not want to enter the Dali royal family as a relative, but Keqing went to the county lord to be titled, and was willing to follow his father to the end of his life, and gave birth to my son Luo Xuan. My father felt his sincerity, and remembered that Xuan'er was young, lost her mother, and really needed someone to take care of her, so she married her, and then gave birth to my son's sister, named Luo Yi.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, when I returned to Jiugong Mountain for my father's free medical treatment, I unexpectedly found that my son's mother, Le Jingling, was still alive! It turned out that the name of the seventh saint of Yanfu came from a reason. Yanfu Yijiao, which was originally the main branch of the protector of the Buddha's Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions, avoided into the Central Plains due to the political turmoil of the Fa faction, and became a self-unified, but because it did not accept the Song Dynasty to recruit peace, it was not allowed by the government and the opposition, so although the Yanfu Sect has saved lives and promoted the righteousness of the sect for many years, it is still regarded as a crooked way and a big trouble by the Central Plains martial arts. The Seventh Holy Maiden, that is, the mirror spirit has cultivated the Buddha's Tantra's 'One Life Seven Wheels' Heavenly Method, as long as its spiritual element does not disperse, no matter how hard the physical body suffers, it can be reborn as a child, up to seven times.

But before the sect was attacked this time, the mirror spirit had saved the world six times in a row. In order to protect his life, Le Bingtian, the leader of the Yanfu Sect, activated the seventh Buddha blessing on the mirror spirit, so that his body shape changed overnight, like a baby, so as to hide people's eyes and ears, and then entrusted to the world of Tantra - mourning the ancient breeze and saving the mirror spirit from the Holy Sect.

More than ten years later, the memory of Jing Ling's front wheel woke up one after another, she remembered the same things as me, and even thought of my son Luo Xuan, so she left Ailao Mountain and returned to the old site of Jiugong, wandering and waiting in the place where she first met me. It happened that I also went back to pay my respects, and I looked at them both and found them again, which was embarrassing.

Ignoring Qiao Yin's advice, I insisted on returning to Bianzhou with the mirror spirit. When the mirror spirit is not yet in her teenage years, the memory of the front wheel is from time to time, seeing her and my son Luo Xuan get along day and night, the emotion is getting stronger, and she is getting younger and younger, and her demeanor is lovely. In order to avoid misunderstanding of my son, I repeatedly tried to prevent the two of them from being alone, in case Miao Sheng was absurd.

However, bringing back the mirror spirit made it difficult for my wife Keqing to sleep. She gradually became obsessed with the mirror spirit, and even if I told her the truth, I still couldn't understand her.

After a day of drunkenness, the mirror spirit was by my side, and my heart was depressed, and I couldn't control myself and hugged him. And the mirror spirit was also when the spiritual consciousness was clear, so he instinctively responded, but unexpectedly he was bumped into by my son Luo Xuan again.

Seeing him slam the door and leave, he was very angry, I knew that the matter could not be delayed any longer, and I had to make a decision, and Jing Ling's identity as an orphan of Yan Fu and the relationship with me back then, and it was inconvenient to expose, so I announced the court at the moment, and I Luo Guanqing would marry my adopted daughter Le Jingling as his wife.

Although this move is absurd, but the Central Plains martial arts have respected me for many years, and the pharmacopoeia research prescriptions of the various major sects, Qimen Dunjia all rely on me, and no one talks about it for a while, the only one who is angered is my son's mother Duan Keqing, she frequently threatens to announce the life experience of the mirror spirit to the world, I can't help but regret telling the truth at the time, and now I can't persuade her in every possible way.

In desperation, I decided to secretly leave Bianzhou with Jingling overnight and find another place to escape from the world.

Unexpectedly, Keqing took the lead in flying pigeons to pass the book, so that the Duan-style royal family gathered the nine major sects of the Central Plains, mobilized the Yulin military guards, and joined forces to besiege Songyun Cliff. Jing Ling thought of the safety of my son Luo Xuan, and he didn't want to leave with me no matter what, so he had to stay and confess his sin.

The bonfire at the foot of the mountain is near, and the noise is in the ears, but fortunately, the mirror spirit is always by his side, and he must do his best to protect her for his father this time. Only send my son Luo Xuan to meet in the future, read this letter, can understand the heart of the mother, for the father's difficulty.

If this is the case, my father and mother will not be able to return to heaven, and if they can't get out of trouble today, they will both return hand in hand. I hope that my son Luo Xuan, if he finds true love in the future, he can join hands with him for a lifetime, and the years will be quiet.

The father is clear, the mother is the mirror spirit, and the words are recited. ”

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For I hated a lifetime, but it was the grace that gave birth to me.

It turns out that I have been honored for a lifetime, but I have mistaken my share.

Luo Xuan was stunned, and suddenly burst into a long laugh in the endless mausoleum palace, which shook the surrounding mountains and rocks one after another, and landed like rain.

His voice was like a ghost, tears flowed down his face, and the wooden coffin was ravaged into powder in his palm.

The remnants of the Demon Sect, the mirror spirit Keqing, the catastrophe of the two mothers, the mistakes of the yin and yang, and the mistaken true fate of his life.

The remnants of the Demon Sect who hated him deeply in his life were originally the mother of his life, but he was pierced through his chest by his own hands and thrown to the tigers and wolves.

The young bun phoenix girl who has been taboo all her life is suspected to be her light and shadow, so she has a deep hatred, subtle disagreement, step by step, overkill, and finally until her bones penetrate her heart, her flesh and blood are exhausted, her soul is gone, and she is wronged.

General Yue asked: "Have you ever done the right way in the world to her?"

Lu Jun said: "Although the Nine Links were given to me, it is you who it wants to follow the most. ”

Xuanyuan said: "It's more like you, stubborn and unscrupulous." ”

Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng, but I was just afraid, after that night, I was just afraid, afraid that you were her, afraid that I was my father, afraid of me Luo Xuan, and I would never be able to get out of Luo Guanqing's fate for the rest of my life. So I abandoned you like a ghost, hated you like a ghost, to prevent you from defeating the demons, that morning I fled from the couch in a hurry, in the quiet room without words, pointing out that you "the remnants of the demon sect do not distinguish between good and evil", in the mourning mountain stream will choke your weak throat in the palm, and the spin is about to be broken, and then the stone room is imprisoned, the iron shackles are forbidden, the silkworms are piercing, the blood curse is dead, the three levels of mourning, the indulgence of the women kill each other, I will be the vast killing machine all over your hurried life——

But it turns out that you are my destiny.

It turns out that Luo Xuan and Nie Xiaofeng should be each other's most quiet fate.

"I hope that my son Luo Xuan, if he finds true love in the future, he can join hands with the first life, and the years will be quiet.

Daddy Guanqing, Niang Jingling, resignation. ”

Luo Xuan fell to the ground with a bone, covering his face and laughing, wailing like a ghost, and tears broke down Jiuquan.

I don't want his life experience to be exactly the same as Nie Xiaofeng, who was saved by himself from the hands of the heroes.

I don't want him to lose his soul overnight, avoid a lifetime, annoyed for half a life, and chase and kill for forty years, it is actually his Luo Xuan's only pure and transparent and sincere fate in this life.

The fate of father and mother.

Luo Guanqing's fate with Le Jingling.

The fate of Luo Xuan and Nie Xiaofeng.

Just like the fate of thousands of men and women in the world, the fate of the floating blood relationship - it begins with love and ends in peace.

His mother's love and hatred for his father, Duan Keqing's love and hatred for Luo Guanqing, finally soared to the top of his son and his Luo Xuan, and he became an immortal.

It's just that Nie Xiaofeng suffered.

"It's just that my Nie Xiaofeng is suffering. Luo Xuan lay on the ground in a dejected manner, his eyes straightened, and he muttered to himself.

"I only want to stay with Master in this Ailao Mountain. ”

"Master, my favorite person has always been you. ”

In the chaos, her soft wail came from her ears again, Luo Xuan lay on his back to the sky, holding the broken jade in his placket and slammed it into his chest fiercely, the broken jade was sharp, and the blood flowed like an injection, but it gushed out the pain and relief of all thoughts. He kneaded it violently, sharpened the flesh and blood, and he wanted to rub it into his heart, merge it into one, and never be separated.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Xuan was awakened by the rumbling of thunder and lightning outside the blood pool.

His back was cold and damp, but it was the torrential rain in the mountains that poured into the pool of blood, and it turned out that he was not dead.

Why am I not dead, I love and hate me, I love and hate, I am dead, God, why don't you let me die?

Another series of thunderstorms came, the valley collapsed, like ghosts and gods descending from the sky, and the sound of sliding bodies and landslides was clearly heard on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng's tomb!

Luo Xuanti flew into the blood pool, and ran to the place where Xiaofeng's grave was located - Ailao Mountain, and in the dark night, he hunted in his robe, as fast as lightning during the day.

settled on the peaks, but saw that Nie Xiaofeng's tomb had already been split by a huge thunderbolt, scorching inside and outside, and burning in all directions.

"No!" Luo Xuan shouted violently, tearing his heart and lungs, and the earth shook the heavens: "No!!"

A touch of white clothes, a lonely grave, frantically turned in the wind and rain at night, Yin Ran's hands seem to tear the center of the earth apart; the iron hooves and glaciers, the army is hustle and bustle, and the smoke and clouds blow down yesterday's prosperity tonight; the rivers and mountains are one after another, the years flow in different places, and the mountains and rivers monopolize the morning sun and twilight snow in disorder.

His hands kept and vigorously turning over the scorched earth on both sides of the mountain, hollowing out everywhere, without a trace, without a trace.

Where is she? Where is my little phoenix?!

The sky is thick, the gods and ghosts, the Buddha and the spirit, where did you hide her?!

"No," Luo Xuan sat down on the ground, didn't move for a while, and suddenly burst out, and shouted angrily: "No!!, you dare!!"

At that moment, the thick internal force that had been accumulated in his body for more than 70 years catered to the huge remorse of annihilation, and the entire Peak of Sorrow exploded violently in all directions, and the mountain was torn apart and collapsed with a bang.

I saw that half a foot down, deep in the mantle, shallow exposed a dull red color.

It was a small, dilapidated red coffin with mourning vines.

She's here!

Luo Xuan's heart calmed down.

He lifted himself up and fell to the edge of the coffin, knelt down slowly, and reached out to caress the mottled and dusty coffin, a corner of the coffin had been cut off by his internal force, and a wisp of gray hair faintly leaked from it.

His palms trembled, he held his breath and gently pushed the lid to the side.

Nie Xiaofeng lay quietly in the coffin.

Twenty years of mourning on the grass, long since the moss scars into the bones, collected her into a clean and thin humanoid remains, the black eyes of Liangwang quietly open, as if staring upwards at the rusty tangram shuttle that penetrated deep into the Parkway. On the delicate skeleton, the flesh and blood have long been melted clean, and even maggots are gone, and her whole person is wrapped in the purple and green silk that she was wearing before she died, broken and fluttering, and still moving with the evening breeze.

Luo Xuan looked down at her quiet sleeping face at the moment, so pure, so beautiful, as if yesterday's mourning eternal night, as if she was wrapped in the blue silk and brown lining quilt in his room, as if she would open her eyes in the next second, and look at him with a smile, the small mouth with a little red lips seemed to be about to open slightly, and called him crisply: "Master." ”

Another gust of evening wind blew, blowing the tattered silk on her body higher, and the few remaining strands of gray hair also danced low in the middle of the night.

"Xiaofeng, is it cold? Master is here. Luo Xuan called softly, gently lifting Nie Xiaofeng from the coffin and holding it in his arms.

Afraid of disturbing a broken and confused old dream, afraid of disturbing the delicate breathing of the shallow goose yellow here, he looked at her intently, and she looked at him intently, he finally couldn't hold back his joy, lowered his head and kissed her carefully.

Kissing her gray forehead, kissing her hollow nose, kissing her poor chin, kissing her shriveled little mouth, and the tip of his warm tongue knocking open Morimori's skull, he greedily probed and demanded her affection for a long time.

The feelings that had been suppressed for a whole life burst like a flood in the sky at this moment, roaring and bursting from the chest. In this life, he finally had a woman he loved, and it turned out that in this life, Nie Xiaofeng was already the woman he loved deeply.

"Xiaofeng, Master is here to accompany you, and we will never be separated again. Luo Xuan muttered, gently holding up her head, kissing her unscrupulously, kissing her bones, her bones, her broken throat, her dusty spine, her once warm breast ribs.

On the narrow shoulder blades of the two scapula, the scars of the silkworm are still faintly recognizable, he trembled his lips, probed the tip of his tongue, and pecked deeply one by one, and the hot tears fell into her two dark bone sockets, penetrated the empty spoon bones, and melted back into his palm.

The dust on her bones was wrapped in the pungent smell of the fishy smell melting on the tip of her tongue, delicate and beautiful, just like the warm fragrance of her jade bones and ice muscles in the eternal night of mourning. The good night hated the short, Luo Xuan's bones were soft, and he indulged in Nie Xiaofeng, he caressed every inch of her bones with heat, and he heard the wheezing sound of burning longing in his deep throat. That night, Luo Xuan hugged Nie Xiaofeng in his arms, kissed all over his body, and left no stone unturned, he couldn't wait to swallow her, rub her into her body and mind, and become one forever.

In a trance, he seemed to see the soul of Yiren come back, the lingering old night that happened on Ailao Mountain decades ago also returned, and those eight years of day and night were also reversed in an instant.

He was grateful to Dade, and happily hugged Nie Xiaofeng and slowly poured into the coffin, just like before.

Forever.